A Solution for Envy

A poem about one of the deadly sins.

My sister, Jill, has nicer hair.

Her clothes are much cooler than mine

Whenever she goes anywhere

The boys all say she looks real fine

I will try to pull her hair out

And punch her in that pretty face

I'll use those clothes for a cookout

So that she can't go anyplace.

They'll ground me so I can't go anywhere

But if neither can Jill, then I don't care.